Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1887-05-28

larly once or twice wesk-or when.
ever his larder ran low-And he'd often
seen him como home In the dusk with
Q big buck rabbit thrown over his
shoulder
@You don't believe that, do .you?.
aOf course I do. Cncle Robert said
he found himself altogether-never
ate bite but what he caught with his
own paws. Oh, he was famous hum
ter and the terror of all the birds and
rabbits and squirrels in the neighbor-
hood. Another queer story I heard ur
there was about Mr.. Pritchard's pigs
He's neighbor of Uncle Roberts, an,i
ae's got some pigs he sets as mucn
store by as he does by his wife and
children"
@He must be nice man!' indignant
| " exclaimed Susie.
Anyway, he's got some nice pigs
You ought to hear him talk about them.
He says pigs are generally much ma
@Oh, don't use such big words,
Jack"
I'm only using Uncle Fritchard's
words. He says pigs are much ma
ligned race-that they are the neatest,
incest animals in the world, If you only
give them half q chance"
@He must be what you call .
crank"
shouldn't wonder. But it's great
fun to get him started on his pigs.
He'll run on by the hour, telling how
clean and particular and orderly they
are; how they take q bath every day
there's q stream of water running
through the stye-he doesn't call it q
stye, though, but cottage), and how
they insist on having fresh bed-clothes
every night"
@Fresh bed-clothes2"
"Fresh straw, you know, and are as
dainty about their eating and drinking
as he is. He says the reason hogs are
SO dirty, as rule, is because they can't
help themsel, es-that they are born in
filth, brought up in filth, and then
abused because they are dirty"
well, the pigs have good friend in
him, anyway"
Il should say so. He's regular
apostle of the pig, and I belle he's
more'n half right"
Perhaps he is. I've heard mamma
tell about little girl she used to know.
Her name was Priscilla, and she had q
pig for pet; and mamma says Mary's
little lamb was nowhere .scilla's
little pig lay all over it.
@Why, Harry! You know mamma
never uses slang"
"Of course she don't, but it came to
that in plain English. The pig was
white as snow, and followed Priscilla
about wherever she went, and folks
used to think it was some outlandish
sort of l tile white dog"
did he ever follow her to school,"
"Yes, indeed; and used to get turned
out two or three times day, regular,
mamma says"
@By the way, did you ever hear of
the Wanderoo?" asked Jack.
wonder who?"
@The Wandered. It's Malabar mon
key, and this boob" held up the
book he had been reading-"tells all
about it. It has q long beard and a
most venerable appearance, and il
called the king of the monkey race.
The picture of it looks for all the world
like that old fellow who was up here
working on the street last week, Just
see if it don't?"
Talking about monkeys" said Har-
~, when they had stopped laughing,
Il was reading about the way they
bring up their children. Travellers
say it's the funniest thing in the world
to see the mother monkeys training
their young ones. They say the moth
or will sit by while the little fellows are
fooling and frollicking around, and
look on approvingly while they gam
boil"
o.. aWh :, , Harry y monkeys don't play
~Very likely. They're smart enough,
and up to most everything. but I mean
while they are jumping and running
about; but if they get naughty and be-
gin to growl and fight, as they do some
times, she'll get up and gravely box the
ears of the culprits, and look at them
as much as to say, Now, you know
what you'll get if you do that again."
eyes" said Jack, "and they say the
old ones teach the young ones to swim
almost as soon as they are born. They
take them down to the water and pitch
them right in helter-skelter.
@Poor little monkeys!" whimpered
sympathetic Sue.
Poor little monkeysp Nonsense!
It's good for 'em, teaches 'em to swim.
They find they've either got to swim or
go under, and so they swim"
20, dear, there goes the bell! Who'd
have thought it was so late ?" exclaimed |
Susie. Il could sit hearing you boys |
tell stories forever!"
SWELL, couldn't. I" said Harry. "Pm
hungry. Hurry up, Jack! we're going |
to have Sally Lunns for supper. IL
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